Haunted Halloween by: Angee Taylor
Haunted Halloween
Angee Taylor
I counted the passing white lines as I
tried to stay awake and focus on keeping the car on the road. It had
been a long shift, a hard one too. There’d been an accident earlier
in the night where two teenagers had died. One had died on scene and
the other had been transported to the ER where I work. She went into
cardiac arrest shortly after arriving. We worked her for almost an
hour, way over what is standard for a traumatic arrest, but couldn’t
get her back.
When I read the EMS run report, I
learned the accident had happened on one of the roads I take to get
home. It’d happened on a hilly stretch. The young driver had passed
in those hills and hit a car head on. The driver was somewhat
uninjured, thanks to her airbag and seatbelt and had gotten out to
help her friend. A car driving way to fast in those hills topped one,
but it was too late to stop, he hit the teenager, killing her
instantly.
I was approaching the place the
accident had happened. As I topped the hill, the lights on my car
illuminated a woman in the road. Slamming on my brakes, I tried to
keep from hitting her. It was too late, I closed my eyes tightly not
wanting to see her hit my car. I never heard or felt the impact. I
opened my eyes before I had another accident. I pulled over to the
side of the road.
I opened the car door slowly stepping
out as I looked around for her. As I stepped completely out of the
car, I closed the door slowly behind me. The sound of it was
swallowed up by the night. “Hello! Hello!” I called out listening
for someone to answer me. Nothing, there wasn’t a single sound. I
was surrounded by the forest and the lone highway I was driving. I
walked to the other side of my car and called out again, still
nothing.
Looking out into the darkness, I
strained to see anyone or anything, but there was nothing but the
darkness of the night. Deciding I had imagined the woman, I got back
in the car and pulled back onto the road. Still trying hard to make
it home. I was so tired. I needed to change from this one pm
twelve-hour shift. It was just too busy.
I tried to focus on the road but my
eyes are so heavy, I knew I was falling asleep. I was a danger on the
road. I rolled my windows down to let the night air in. Struggling to
focus on the road and fighting to stay awake. I managed to make it to
my apartment complex. Parking my car, I stumbled my way into my
apartment.
Leaving the lights off, I walked to my
bedroom, shedding shoes and clothes along the way. Fumbling in the
dark, I opened a dresser drawer and pulled a tee shirt out to sleep
in, slipping it over my head as I crawled into my bed.
I passed out almost instantly as my
head touched the cool pillow.
I was woken up with a cool touch on my
back. Thinking I had dreamed it, I crawled out of bed and made my way
to the restroom. After empting my bladder, I stood at the sink with
my eyes closed. As I turned around to return to my bed, I froze in my
tracks.
A woman stood in my way. “You can see
me?” I heard her say.
“You’re dreaming Micha. You’re
dreaming Micha,” I repeated to myself. “There isn’t a woman
standing in your way talking to you.”
“You’re not dreaming! I’m here
and you can hear me. Please help me,” the woman spoke again.
Deciding it was a dream, I walked
around her anyway, just too weird to walk through someone even in a
dream. I crawled in my bed.
“You can see and hear me! You have to
help me,” the woman’s voice sounded near panic.
“What if I can? What do you want?”
I mumbled as I tried to go back to sleep?
“I need you to deliver a message for
me. To my brother,” she answered.
Still foggy from sleep I actually spoke
to her again, “Who are you anyway?”
“I’m Amber, well I was anyway until
tonight. I’m the girl you coded tonight,” she said softly.
That got my attention. Turning over I
sat up in bed and actually looked at the woman. It was her, the
teenager from the crash earlier tonight. “Damnit! Why do you damn
ghost always stalk me? It’s been three years since the last time. I
thought that the word about me had died down in the afterlife.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about, but I only found you because you slammed on your brakes when
you saw me in the road.”
Reaching over, I turned on my lamp. I
thought back to the first time I had seen one of them; a ghost. I’d
been ten years old and was playing in my backyard. I hadn’t even
known the girl was a ghost until she told me her neighbor had killed
her. My mom had walked out about the time I was speaking to the girl.
I ended up at the doctor because my mom thought I was crazy.
It had happened repeatedly over the
years. Increasing significantly when I began working in the ER. I’d
finally realized that I usually met the ghost of anyone who coded in
the entire hospital, or in the back of the EMS unit if they brought
the body to my ER. Once I even noticed the ghost watching us work to
save his body. Then about three years ago, the appearances stopped
for some reason.
The teenage ghost spoke again bringing
me out of my thoughts. “Will you help me?”
“What do you want me to do? What
message do you want me to deliver? What am I supposed to say- Hi, I’m
Micha, your dead sister wants me to deliver a message for her. He’ll
have me thrown in the psych ward!”
“I can tell you something that only I
know and he will know without a doubt that you’re talking to me,”
Amber continued.
“I’m going to regret this,” I
said aloud but my mind had gone back to the night my dad had died and
to something he had said to me that dreadful night. It’s a gift
from God and it’s your responsibility to help them whenever you can
and anyway you can. His words rang in my head.
I stumbled to the closet in and fumbled
through my clothes before I found a pair of jeans and a t shirt to
put on. “Where am I going?” I asked Amber.
“To his apartment, 1313 Devils
Circle, apt 777,” she blurted the address out.
I was still so sleepy, I was probably a
danger to others and myself behind the wheel of a car. I wouldn’t
go without my car though. “Let’s go,” I mumbled.
I slid into the seat of my little car.
Plugged my phone into the charger, then went into the GPS map program
on it, plugging in the address so I wouldn’t get lost. Damn ghost
were horrible navigators popping in and out whenever they wanted.
What was I doing? I was headed to
someone’s house that I had never met, in the middle of the night.
“So, what message is so important
that you hung around after the accident?” I questioned the
apparition sitting in my rear seat.
“I only want to say it once but
please hurry and get there. He’s in danger, it’s Halloween. We
could already be too late.” She urged me to hurry.
“Too late for what?” I asked again.
“They’re going to kill him just
like they did me!” She spoke again, by the sound of her voice if
she was alive she’d be crying.
“Who is?” I questioned as I pressed
harder on the gas pedal. The little four cylinder was trying its
best.
“My family, they had me killed for
the insurance policy,” she snapped at me.
I slowed down as I exited the road I
was on and turned onto Devils Circle, I sped down the small road
until I came to the thirteen hundred block. It was then I slowed down
looking for the entrance to the apartments. As I turned into the
complex I was met shocked to see police car’s everywhere. I turned
right as the sign directed to building 7. As I drove that way, I
found myself at a police barricade that blocked the road. Amber was
gone. I parked the car and attempted to walk past it. The cops
stopped me.
“I’m sorry ma’am this is an
active crime scene you can’t enter,” The officer stated.
“I’m trying to get to my brother he
lives in Apartment 777.” I ad-libbed.
“Alex is your brother?” he asked
me.
I was at a loss for words. I didn’t
know his name, it was then Amber popped back in. “Yes,” she said
to me.
“Yes sir he is. Is he okay?” I
asked questioningly
“He will be. I’ll get him for you.
Please wait over in the grass at the edge of the parking lot,” he
spoke as he walked away.
It seemed like forever before he
returned. I stood there in the night with the red and blue flashing
lights lighting up the darkness. My mind wandered back to my dad
again. It’s a gift he’d told me, yeah a damn stinking gift that
deprives me of sleep.
“There he is, there he is,” I heard
Amber began to tell me.
The golden boy walked up to me looking
confused. “My sister was killed tonight and you have the audacity
to claim to be her! My twin sister, I’m eighteen not an idiot. What
are you trying to do?”
“Please don’t be mad I have a good
reason. I have a message from your sister.” My voice pleaded with
him.
“How in the hell do you have a
message from my sister? She is dead!” He yelled at me.
It was then I heard Amber “He’s
gay. I’m the only one he’s ever told.”
“I can prove I’m talking with her.
She said tell you I know you’re gay,” I whispered.
The look on his face changed instantly.
“What the hell? How do you know that?” He demanded of me.
“I told you, I’m talking with her.
I have the ability to see and speak with ghost. There is a message
she wants me to give you,” I sat down in the grass as I spoke.
He sat down beside me. I looked him in
the eyes, his steely grey eyes bored into me. “Say I believe you,
what’s the message?”
“Her death wasn’t an accident. You
family arranged to have her killed for the insurance and they have
the same thing planned for you.”
Out of the mouth of the boy came a long
string of foul words before he spoke to me again, “They found out.
That explains the burglar in my apartment tonight.” He stood and
walked away never looking back. I looked around for Amber and she was
gone.
Shaking my head, I stood and walked
back to my car as I chanted to myself about my normal opinions of
this day. I hate Halloween! I hate Halloween!
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ReplyDeleteLOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the story! I would love to read more. Thanks so much for being on my blog. :D Happy Halloween.
ReplyDeleteAutumn thanks for having me. I'm debating about turning it into a full novel. Was hoping for feedback today -Thanks :)
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